‘Down the stairs of this house where plaster flakes and falls / Through the intimate emptiness of its rooms and hall / I hear your slow footsteps, grandmother, echo or pause’
By Kahkashan Bano Every time I looked for love,I found grief’s sad facerubbing it’s grime on mine. I waited for […]
By Neha Afzaal I was out of wordsWhen I saw you todayNothing was sameEverything has changed I was out of […]